Empress Harem Novels & Stories

I said. “When we’re done with the wedding ceremony, you will officially become my wife. Although men of Darukai can have many women, they only have one official wife. Then when I become the next emperor, you will automatically become the empress because you are my wife. That is how it works here,” Ren explained. “I see. That makes sense,” I mumbled as I took in this new piece of information. Marrying Ren was something that I looked forward to. The same cannot be said about becoming the next empress. I mean, me as the empress?! The thought scares me so much that I just wanted to pass out to escape the burden of it all.

It was really crowded. Cristine made the decision to send them to her medical facility. In her hospital, yes, you heard it. "Empress Medical Center" is the name of her hospital. In the underworld, she's known as Empress. Exclusively for her members, there were free services. An old guy she accidently saved gave her this hospital. Is she making the right decision in bringing them to her hospital? ... A/N: I was just thinking about how congested public hospitals are. Even without the pandemic, it was extremely crowded.

The Empress's hate for the commander turned into love . Then one day the empress called me and Goel in her chamber and asked her to impregnate the vampire mistress of former Emperor Noah. I was like good wanted to fuck some woman , I was virgin and had never had slept with anyone before. But Goel was hesitant about this still he followed the empress's orders. He was merciless on Scarlett, he fucked her all night and day until she got pregnant. I just had sex with several times and got bored because she was too small.

as though a whisper in rippling water, and I knew he had closed his eyes for a minute of peace before looking at the host. I can see Auster's eyes narrowing by placing my hands lightly on his cheeks, but this time I also notice that the corners of his mouth are already lifted. "I see then welcome to the lady's harem, where full of gorgeous men, but then let me say one thing for you host," Auster said after pausing, and I couldn't help but feel my heartbeats quicken as he said those words. Harem? Did I still maintain such a harem? The empress or an emperor I am not even! I wanted to interrupt him, but I realized that he hadn't even finished speaking, so I held onto my hand instead.

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their descendants. They can give birth to units with better base stats, and every month they have [30%] of birthing a [Soldier variant], [19%] of birthing a [Royal variant], and [1%] of birthing a

“Yes, yes they’re all good Karion, but what can I do. It’s his will to choose his empress.” Emperor Mohart’s ancestors followed an old tradition, wherein the reigning emperor can have as many wives as he wished and with only one empress. They had seen a lot of immoral acts it had caused to the Imperial family. Wives killing each other, brothers killing brothers, and sons betraying their fathers all for power. It had cause more wickedness than good that the late Emperor Drakon—his great grandfather—went against tradition and had only one wife who is his empress. They were blessed with children and the empire ruled without troubles for years.

I was doing it because I wanted to break free from the chains that had held me captive for years. I always thought that being a good wife and getting closer to God would free me from the bad karma of my past sins, and a priest asked me to be more private and avoid makeup that made me look like my old self. I thought if I did that, my marriage would run smoothly. Being a pious wife would lead my family on a loving path. But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies.

What they didn't know was that I had handed the seal to Harry with my own hands. The empress, Bella Barrett, had always felt guilty about not giving Harry the position of empress consort. She kept nitpicking and dropping hints that I should pass the royal seal to someone more deserving. If this had happened in the past, I definitely would have fought her on it. "How can there be an empress consort without a royal seal? You're deliberately trying to humiliate me!" But now, knowing that I was finally leaving this miserable place and going back to where I belonged, I felt a profound sense of relief.

A contract with a signature and nothing more. Then the chapel doors open, and my carefully constructed certainty starts to crack. Her father steps in first, tall, proud, his hand curled protectively around her arm. Then I see her. Isabella Hart. My bride. For a moment, I forget to breathe. The dress should have looked ridiculous, heavy with lace and sequins, the kind of gown that makes a woman look like a doll. But on her, it doesn’t. The fabric hugs her waist, the neckline bares her shoulders, and the faint shimmer of beads catches the light. Her hair is braided into a knot, a few strands loose around her face. She looks untouched. Fragile, even.

No one ever has. I tried to fight them but their shape commands and tighter grips on me had me shutting up and within moments I found myself stark naked in the cold shower. The water hit my skin like needles but the maids didn’t care. They scrubbed me with efficiency that was more like torture, my eyes blurring with tears. “You’re lucky, you know.” One of them sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Alpha Eliot finds you attractive enough to join his harem.” “If he had wanted he would have let you rot away as a maid like us.” The other added washing my hair with sharp tugs.